Karma police

I belong to a paradise, but not the usual surreal abode tied to heaven. Ours is a paradise of decadence. The paradise of destruction. The paradise of the End.

Most of the times, the air is so dark with gross pessimism and is filled with taunting cries. But now and then I do take side, not of those incurable optimists, but those who see there do exist some light at the end of the leirak.